The Bag That Wasn't There
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A B&E in progress was the call to which
they went,
Two units and a wagon, by radio were sent.
Wayne was in the wagon and Rich was in a car,
They both arrived quite quickly, they weren't
very far.
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The witnesses were waiting, the suspect held
quite tight,
The suspect stayed real quiet, he did not
want to fight.
Charlebois took custody and read a section
ten,
Wayne took out his notebook and then his trust
y pen.
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He recorded all the info to put on the wagon
slip,
And now the suspect started to give them both
a little lip.
Rich led him to the wagon, to put him in the
box,
Then he searched his pockets, he even checked
his socks.
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He checked through all his clothing, but nothing
could be found,
Except a little knife which was tossed onto
the ground.
Wayne did not observe, all the searching that
was done,
So he searched him also, just in case he had
a gun.
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He looked during the suspects jacket, and
the pocket of his pants,
The suspect took it calmly, and maintained
his rigid stance.
After finding nothing, Wayne opened up the
door,
Then the suspect climbed in and sat upon the
floor.
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Wayne departed quickly and headed for the
jail,
He had all the proper paperwork he spelled
knew he couldn't fail.
There he left the suspect and headed for the
road,
So he could be available to receive another
load.
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Well the jail staff took the suspect and put
him in the cage,
And when they were quite ready, pulled out
a booking page.
The suspect was brought forward by one thousand
eighty five,
He told the suspect nicely not to give him
any jive.
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Just empty out your pockets said the jailor
to the Crook,
Put it all upon the counter, we will list
it in our book.
McClintock' s eyes were bulging from something
they had seen,
A little plastic bag jammed full of leafy
green.
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It was hanging from a pocket where everyone
could see,
A bag of marijuana, enough for P. P. T.
The moral of the story is to search your suspects
well,
So the sergeant in the jail is not forced
to give you Hell.
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This time it was a baggy, but it could have
been a gun,
And the boys up in the jail have no place
they can run.
Nor do they have a weapon to aid them in their
fight,
It's a dangerous situation, so remember, search
them right.
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P. C. 664 T. J. Gowdyk 84-01-10 (14)
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